Chapter 16: Excuses

**Sebastian's POV**

I was whistling as I walked down the university hallway. I came in early today because—

Uhmmm... well, I woke up early, so I decided to head out early—nothing special about it.

I was holding a box of donuts and two cups of coffee.

Wait, why am I even carrying these?

Tsk!

I stopped walking because I didn't even know where I was going! My classroom is in the other building, and yet here I was in the Art Department building.

Shit!

I turned around and started walking back. I'd only taken a few steps when I stopped again. I must've looked like an idiot pacing back and forth like this.

So, I went inside one of the classrooms. There was no one inside. I placed the box of donuts and coffee on top of a desk and sat down on a chair.

I stared at them for a few seconds before standing up again. I picked them up and walked out.

But then I stopped again, remembering that I didn't even know which classroom Jasmin was in.

Tsk! Acting so high and mighty. Now I have to go out of my way to find her classroom. Tsk! Tsk!

I started walking again and happened to run into someone—a nerd with glasses.

"Hey!"

I greeted him. He got startled and dropped the box he was carrying, spilling its contents all over the floor.

I approached him. "Do you know Jasmin?" I asked impatiently.

He didn't answer and just stared at me with his mouth open.

"Did you hear what I said?" I was starting to lose my patience with this four-eyed nerd.

He nodded nervously. Tsk! Wimp!

"You know her? Where is she?" I asked, irritation creeping into my voice. This was wasting my time.

"I—I—I—she's on the th-third floo—"

"Speak properly! I can't understand you!"

"She's on the third floor—"

I walked off to head to the third floor and find Jasmin.

As I climbed the stairs, I started to feel excited. I even caught myself smiling like an idiot.

When I reached the third floor, I began searching for her room. Haist! Why did I forget to ask which room it was?

I wandered around until I noticed someone sitting inside a classroom, staring at a large sketch pad—or whatever it's called.

I knew it was her.

So, I quietly entered the room until I was standing right behind her.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!"

I dropped the box of donuts in shock and stumbled backward, tripping over some art materials scattered on the floor. Jasmin turned around to look at me.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised.

I straightened up. "Just passing by."

"Passing by? Really, inside a classroom?" she asked, suspicious.

"Yeah, I was going to hang out. I didn't know someone was here. I thought I saw a dwarf or something," I said with a smirk.

She glared at me, pushed me aside, and started picking up the scattered art supplies.

I quickly picked up the box of donuts while she was busy cleaning up. Luckily, the coffee hadn't spilled.

"Move over!" she snapped.

I stepped aside slightly and just watched her. She was muttering something I couldn't quite make out.

When she was done tidying up, she faced me with a raised eyebrow.

"Here."

I handed her the box of donuts. She just stared at it and then back at me.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

Why is she always so grumpy when it comes to me?

"Turn it into a painting," I said sarcastically. "Someone gave it to me. I don't like sweets, so you can have it."

"Why should I take it? Who knows what's in it? It might be poisoned."

Annoyed, I opened the box, revealing the squished donuts from when I dropped them earlier.

I grabbed one, took a bite, and ate it. "See? No poison."

She hesitated but eventually took one and started eating.

I sat down on a chair, watching her as she ate.